You come at night like a migrating moon.
You come at night like a bridegroom escorted by the angelic winged clouds.
You come at night like a migrating moon; dismissing the ancient fears that lurk at the corners of the streets,
and dispelling the mist that dominates the desolated roads.
You come at night like a migrating moon; wiping the trace of sadness that covers the faces of the old houses,
and consoling the weeping winds that wail in the empty squares.
You come at night like a migrating moon; casting your silver rays over the white crest caps of the ocean\'s crushing waves,
and changing its rocks into gleaming jewels.
You come at night like a migrating moon; riding your horse over the black clouds,
and running your track over the expanse of the grassland plains.
You come at night like a migrating moon; covering the grasslands of the vast steppes with your dreamy light and your glittering dew.
You come at night like a migrating moon; shining over the tops of the stately mountains, illuminating their foreheads, and increasing their majesty and awe.
You come at night like a migrating moon; mitigating the loneliness of the lonely people,
radiating new hopes at their windows and casting joy at their front doors.
You come at night like a migrating moon; caressing the heads of orphaned children who spend the night in the open; without a home, without shelter,
and compassionately listen to their crying.
You come at night like a migrating moon; offering a shoulder for the dejected widows who are fighting their ways alone through the intricate excruciating roads,
for the sake of their children.
You come at night like a migrating moon; showing a glimpse of light in the smoky sky of a wounded soldier who is unable to see anything except ruin, destruction, and death.